Monday, August 11, 2008

Who Uses The Term "Drama Queen" Anymore Anyway?

After blessing The Chief last Sunday I waited in the hallways of the chapel for my parents. The Councilwoman and The State Representative are well-known in these parts and they hold court on occasion. My mom was chatting with my bishop's wife about neighborhood issues while my dad was meeting family members of a woman who he had helped when he was in the Stake Presidency. I waited patiently (I am used to it) bouncing The Chief in my arms. Finally, just when the crowd started to thin around my parents I heard my dad clearly say to a man in my ward,

"Oh yes, our daughter is in your ward now . . . You'll have to keep an eye on her, she's a drama queen."

I was so embarrassed.

"Dad!" I exclaimed later as we took family photos, "I can't believe you told Brother Wood that I am a drama queen."

"Well, you are." He answered smoothly.

I used to be a drama queen back in the day when it was permitted to be one given changing hormones and social pressures. But now? Now I am a mature woman who keeps it real by using food to absorb any sort of erratic emotions.